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My Mother's Garden
04:06
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As I arose one morning, it was all in the spring,
In fact it was the final day of that merry month of May
I came down to the kitchen, for to make some tea
And as I filled the kettle from the window I did see
My Mother’s Garden so fair
Not a single patch of ground to spare,
From the acer and the lilac tree
To the marjoram and rosemary,
A haven for our precious bees,
My Mother’s garden fair.
Though the cloud is yet to break this day, still the garden it will shine
Bright pink and white are the tall foxgloves, and the rose is blooming fine
Amidst a pale and vast blue sea of forget-me-nots to show
Light and cheery poppies, yellow and orange they do show
In my Mother’s garden so fair
Not a single patch of ground to spare,
From the acer and the lilac tree
To the marjoram and rosemary,
A haven for our precious bees,
My Mother’s garden fair.
Around this time the peacock, and the cabbage white
Flit to and from and land upon with petal thin wings of flight
More rare is the red of the cinnabar whom like his cousins waits
For late in June will surely bloom, the fragrant buddleia
In my Mother’s Garden so fair
Not a single patch of ground to spare,
From the acer and the lilac tree
To the marjoram and rosemary,
A haven for our precious bees,
My Mother’s garden fair. (Repeat chorus)
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2. |
Prison Trilogy
05:02
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Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter
Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name
Busted on a drunken charge
Driving someone else’s car
The local midnight sheriff’s claim to fame
In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how
Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded
Knowing they’d remain the boss
Knowing he would pay the cost
They saw he was severely reprimanded
In the blackest cell on “A” Block
He hanged himself at dawn
With a note stuck to the bunk head
Don’t mess with me, just take me home
Come and lay, help us lay
Young Billy down
Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien
For coming across the border with a baby and a wife
Though the clothes upon his back were wet
Still he thought that he could get
Some money and things to start a life
It hadn’t been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong
They didn’t even have the time to find themselves a home
This foreigner, a brown-skin male
Thrown into a Texas jail
It left the wife and baby quite alone
He eased the pain inside him
With a needle in his arm
But the dope just crucified him
He died to no one’s great alarm
Come and lay, help us lay
Young Luna down
And we’re gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive
And leave the joint and walk the streets again
As the time he was to leave drew near
He suffered all the joy and fear
Of leaving 35 years in the pen
And on the day of his release he was approached by the police
Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side
The warden said “You won’t remain here
But it seems a state retainer
Claims another 10 years of your life.”
He stepped out in the Texas sunlight
The cops all stood around
Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards
Then threw himself down on the ground
They might as well just have laid
The old man down
And we’re gonna raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
Help us raze, raze the prisons
To the ground
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Roe Deer
05:58
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Here I sit cold rock beneath my feet
Quartz and peat, oh the gorse it smells so sweet
The wind it does blow hard, it rattles through my skin and bones
It blows away my fear, it eases my pain, and longing for you my dear.
As I watch, beneath the setting sun
In towards the pier, the fishing boats return
Thinking of home, so many miles and miles away
When suddenly I hear, her mournful cry, and footsteps
Running by.
Oh the Roe Deer does run
Through the hills and rocky heather
She chases the sun
She knows there’s many storms to weather
High above the seas, where the waves they crash, below me
They beat against the shore
An the Roe Deer and I will keep running,
Forever more.
I am so small, beneath these rising peaks
High above the gull, a watchful eye he keeps
Oh the mountains they do sore, they take with them my aching soul
It rises up and sings, and I feel for it no more, as I know
I am free.
Oh the Roe Deer does run
Through the hills and rocky heather
She chases the sun
She knows there’s many storms to weather
High above the seas, where the waves they crash, below me
They beat against the shore
An the Roe Deer and I will keep running,
Forever more.
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4. |
Mississippi Summer
03:59
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My hands are as cracked as an August field
That’s burned in the sun for a hundred years
With furrows so deep you could hide yourself
But I ain’t chopping cotton no more this year
I’ll just sit on the porch with my eagle eye
Watch for a change of wind
The rows are as straight as a shotgun barrel
Long as a bullet can spin
You know how hot it gets
In Mississippi
You know how dry it gets
In the summer sun
The dust clouds swirl
All down the Delta
I just hope that I don’t die
‘Fore the harvest comes
Black clouds gathering on the edge of town
But no rain’s gonna fall on us
Hoes rise and and fall in a distant field
Earth takes a beating for all of us
I thought I heard the Angel of Death overhead
But it’s only the crop duster’s plane
Hoes rise and fall like the beating of wings
Lord send us freedom and rain
You know how hot it gets
In Mississippi
You know how dry it gets
In the summer sun
The dust clouds swirl
All down the Delta
I just hope that I don’t die
‘Fore the harvest comes
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5. |
Da Slockit Light
02:54
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Phoebe Rees UK
Phoebe Rees is a multi-instrumentalist and singer from the U.K.
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